Mark is his back yard,
between water
and highways,
feeling summer
passing.
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ON BEING AT HOME:
THOUGHTS
MY FATHER, MY SELF
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IN MY OWN,
MY CHOSEN HOME
SUMMER'S PASSING
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POEMS
IN MY OWN,
MY CHOSEN HOME
SUMMER'S PASSING
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INTERACTIVE FLASH
MUSIC VIDEO!!
SUMMER'S PASSING
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HOME IS ...
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HOME -
first version - 2006
STARTING FROM …
It was years ago. I had just met Mark. He played me a piece, an electroacoustic piece he had created over the past summer and fall. I heard words in my head, as I often do when I listen to music.
Summer is passing
and I'm having a blast ...
The music played. I quickly found some piece of paper and a pencil and scribbled. When the piece was over, I had most of the words. I asked to listen to the piece again and the words filled themselves in.
An easy beginning - a long road. Words in French as well as English. Recording. Getting photographs. Doing things with them.
Learning more about Flash.
A long long road that involved someone who knew a lot more about Flash than either Mark or myself.
A rough draft was done. Life took over.
Fast forward several years, to this site. Even here it's taken time, and this is far from the vision.
Summer's Passing. Mellow moments, late summer, moments of feeling time flow by, seasons change, evening arriving, traffic and highways and silence over water.
Summer's Passing. A beginning.
And now another summer is beginning, will be passing.
Welcome.
Elsa
June 20, 2008
copyright © Elsa Schieder 2006, 2008
publishing house -
FlufferDuff Impressions 2006, 2008
SUMMER'S PASSING
summer is passing
and I’m having a blast
waiting for nothing
waiting for anything
not waiting
summer is present
traffic is humming
I’m sitting outside
the garden is loaded
with sounds
and with memories
darkness is falling
louder than airplanes
longer than highways
and I’m loaded with memories
of summer
summer passing
like traffic on highways
like airplanes going anywhere
I stay
dogs sniff everything
and I’m having a blast
planes blasting by
cars droning
insects humming
and me loaded
with sounds
of summer
passing
and I stay
summer is passing
I'm having a blast
summer is past
I'm waiting for something
waiting for nothing
not waiting at all
summer slides past
it's almost fall
night is falling
and summer is passing
I'm having a blast
loaded with memories
loaded with thoughts
not waiting at all
summer is passing
I'm having a blast
not waiting at all
not waiting at all
Elsa
May 31, 2001
copyright © Elsa Schieder, 2001, 2008 -
all right reserved
publishing house - FlufferDuff Impressions,
2006, 2008
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SUMMER'S PASSING - INTERACTIVE FLASH VIDEO!!!
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Summer Poems. Poems about Summer.
summer is passing and I'm having a blast,
waiting for nothing, waiting for anything, not waiting.
Happiness Poems. Happiness Poem. Season Poem.
All around are the place we live in.
But what does it mean, to be at home>
My father never felt at home.
In my own, my chosen home -
explorations, reflections word pieces
on the sense of home.
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summer poems, summer evening, summer lately, summer feeling,
summer yearning, summer longing, summer passing into autumn
summer poems flowing, summer poems knowing
summer, summer slowness, summer evening, darkness growing
shadows long, shadows longer
night time nearing
summer yearding
summer poems
poems about summer, poems about evening,
words coasting floating
poems about summer
summer dreaming
summer evening
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